Dorothy Parker

(22 August 1893 - 7 June 1967 / Long Branch / New Jersey)

Dorothy Parker Poems

1. Parties: A Hymn Of Hate 3/17/2014
2. The Passionate Freudian To His Love 3/17/2014
3. Thomas Carlyle 1/13/2003
4. Ornithology For Beginners 1/13/2003
5. The Leal 1/13/2003
6. Partial Comfort 1/3/2003
7. Prologue To A Saga 1/3/2003
8. Rondeau RedoublÉ 1/13/2003
9. Story Of Mrs. W- 1/13/2003
10. Renunciation 1/13/2003
11. The Immortals 1/13/2003
12. The Homebody 1/13/2003
13. Walter Savage Landor 1/13/2003
14. George Gissing 1/13/2003
15. Pour Prendre Conge 1/13/2003
16. On Cheating The Fiddler 1/13/2003
17. The Evening Primrose 1/13/2003
18. George Sand 1/13/2003
19. Harriet Beecher Stowe 1/13/2003
20. There Was One 1/13/2003
21. Post-Graduate 1/13/2003
22. The Dramatists 1/13/2003
23. They Part 1/13/2003
24. Sonnet On An Alpine Night 1/13/2003
25. Liebestod 1/13/2003
26. Guinevere At Her Fireside 1/3/2003
27. Paths 1/13/2003
28. Roundel 1/13/2003
29. Vers Demode 1/13/2003
30. Parable For A Certain Virgin 1/13/2003
31. Thought For A Sunshiny Morning 1/13/2003
32. To Newcastle 1/3/2003
33. The Gentlest Lady 1/3/2003
34. The White Lady 1/13/2003
35. Salome's Dancing-Lesson 1/3/2003
36. D.G. Rossetti 1/3/2003
37. Of A Woman, Dead Young 1/3/2003
38. Iseult Of Brittany 1/13/2003
39. Garden-Spot 1/13/2003
40. The Willow 1/13/2003
Best Poem of Dorothy Parker

A Very Short Song

Once, when I was young and true,
Someone left me sad-
Broke my brittle heart in two;
And that is very bad.

Love is for unlucky folk,
Love is but a curse.
Once there was a heart I broke;
And that, I think, is worse.

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Transition

Too long and quickly have I lived to vow
The woe that stretches me shall never wane,
Too often seen the end of endless pain
To swear that peace no more shall cool my brow.
I know, I know- again the shriveled bough
Will burgeon sweetly in the gentle rain,
And these hard lands be quivering with grain-
I tell you only: it is Winter now.

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